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And there will be more chances in the future. As she completed reading the book, Haven thought if she’ll ever find love again. And by love, she meant who will truly love her and respect her and her values. She sighed and pressed the submit button, giving her approval for the book and passing it on for her senior to confirm the book.

Hey there, lovely reader 🖤 If you’re seeing this, it probably means you read My Twin Alpha Valentines—which still blows my mind, by the way. So many of you joined me for that chaotic, dramatic love triangle, and I just want to say… thank you. It was one of the first stories that made me realize how many of you were out there, loving the same tropes and twisted love stories I love writing. And now, I’ve got something new for you.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

"That's one word to describe you." "What's that supposed to mean?" I crossed my arms and tried to look annoyed, but I couldn't hide the smile on my face. Gabe's lips twitched and I knew he wanted to smile too. "I think you know exactly what I mean." "Ok," Val said with a sigh. He took the book and brought it back to the table where he put a bookmark in it. "If you two are going to start your weird flirt-fighting thing I'm going home to Lucky."

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

KITTY-KAT: Kk BETTIE: Nawa o JON-B: Betty baby how far na, valentine's day is on Sunday ooo, will u be my val? TY: LOL YOMEE: Lol BETTIE: Over my dead body. Ew! I'd rather chew glass than go out with u AURORA: Chisos! Haewww! JD: Dayum! That was cold. DARA: Ice colllddd 4 dat matter [broken heart emoji] JON-B: Pfft, whatever. Alice hw abt u? Can we be frndz with benefits? KITTY-KAT: Tankz but no tankz. I av a boyfriend •_•

Before the scolding comes to an end the atypically peaceful day, I step forward and hold out the bouquet towards him. “For you!” I say hurriedly, and he looks at me in disbelief at my lame attempt to escape a scolding. Valentin holds the flowers in one hand and picks up a bloody card with the other. He opens it and reads the contents, and I freeze, because I wonder who it's from and I'm scared of what's written there. “I love you and I won't let you run away from the feeling out of fear” Valentin reads the sentence out loud, on purpose, attracting the attention of the curious. “I didn't know that what you felt for me was love, miss.”

Valentine's aristocratic nostrils shot up as if she had caught a whiff of a particularly tasty piece of meat. Julian led his prisoner through the ballroom. At the bottom of the steps, he tossed Cuthbert hard to the floor without so much as batting an eye at Portia. He drew Valentine a delicate bow while supporting one booted foot on the small of his back. "For the pleasure of my lady." Valentine cocked her head to the side and took a moment to consider his gift. He's a little too chubby in my opinion, but I think it's the thought that counts.

He assured and I nodded still worrying. After dinner, I decided to spend time in Valentine's study, since there was a library in there. Most of the books were related to corporate world and laws, but there were novels as well. I chose Hunger's game and settled on the brown leather couch near the empty fireplace. Valerie was already off to bed. Lola also called it night while Harman took the liberty of exploring the night outside the mansion with his friends. The security was tight, even inside the mansion. Guards were flooded in every corner and corridor. Valentine seems an important man. Too engrossed in the book, soon my eyelids closed in exhaustion and I fell asleep waiting for my husband